Books are mirrors: you only see in them what you already have inside you.
Fools talk, cowards are silent, wise men listen.
Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.
The moment you stop to think about whether you love someone, you've already stopped loving that person forever.
Silence makes idiots seem wise even for a minute.
I could tell you it's the heart, but what is really killing him is loneliness. Memories are worse than bullets.
Making money isn't hard in itself... What's hard is to earn it doing something worth devoting one's life to.
A secret's worth depends on the people from whom it must be kept.
People talk too much. Humans aren't descended from monkeys. They come from parrots.
There are no second chances in life, except to feel remorse.
Poetry is written with tears, fiction with blood, and history with invisible ink.
Envy is the religion of the mediocre. It comforts them, it soothes their worries, and finally it rots their souls, allowing them to justify their meanness and their greed until they believe these to be virtues. Such people are convinced that the doors of heaven will be opened only to poor wretches like themselves who go through life without leaving any trace but their threadbare attempts to belittle others and to exclude - and destroy if possible - those who, by the simple fact of their existence, show up their own poorness of spirit, mind, and guts. Blessed be the one at whom the fools bark, because his soul will never belong to them.